Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Hearing the man's shout, Ye Mian's raised hand paused in mid-air, her white and slender hand tightly holding a piece of blood-red vase fragments, bright red blood spilled from the fingers on the back of her hand.

The red of blood made her slender hands look whiter.

She froze there, her chest and lungs heaving greatly, her eyes staring blankly at the man lying on the bed.

Blood slowly flowed from his short black hair, his arms and chest were cut into long bloody mouths, the sheets were stained red, and there was a smell of rust in the air, the smell of blood.

The pearly white silk sheets were stained with blood red.

He, he was injured!

"Joe, Qiao..." Ye Mian's pupils shrank and her lips parted. She wanted to call him several times, but she couldn't make a complete sound.

The heart ached like it was about to burst, and she couldn't breathe under the pressure. The hand holding the fragment was clenched even tighter, and the sharp porcelain was embedded in the flesh, but she couldn't feel any pain.

Only strong distress for him.

Big and big teardrops rolled down from the eye sockets that were wide open to the limit, and ran down the cheeks, leaving wet and cool tear stains.

"Brother Joe!"

Ye Mian stamped her foot in anxiety, and finally cried out.

It was a call to him from the depths of her soul.

When he was unconscious, his mind was filled with hatred for him, wishing to kill him.

When she was conscious, seeing that he was injured, those wounds seemed to be cut on her body, and the pain was piercing.

She couldn't see him getting hurt, but at this moment, he was covered with scars.

Ye Mian burst into tears, and let go, the porcelain piece fell on the bed, she bent over, trying to help him up, her hands were trembling, even her teeth were chattering.

"Brother Qiao, uh...I'm sorry, what should I do...I..." Ye Mian looked at the motionless man, her heart felt like a knife, she sobbed.

Qiao Zhanbei's brain was dizzy, and he was in a trance. Hearing Ye Mian's painful and helpless cries, his heart clenched, and he blinked his eyelids vigorously. be clear.

In the dim light, on the edge of the bed, her face was flushed, her facial features were twisted into a ball, tears kept flowing from the corners of her eyes, she opened her mouth and kept sobbing.

He looked painful and helpless, and his tearful eyes were full of distress for him.

Seeing her like this, Qiao Zhanbei's heart felt as if it had been stabbed by an ice pick. He sat up quickly, swept away the ceramic shards on the bed, and got out of bed.

He clasped her thin shoulders with his hands, looked down at her, held a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, and comforted her softly: "Hey, don't be afraid, I'm fine."

In the blurred vision, the bloodstains on his forehead were running down, and there were many bloody wounds on his upper body, but he still said he was fine, Ye Mian let out a "Woo—" and wailed.

She stomped her feet in distress and cried so hard that she kept screaming: "I'm sorry! I just... I..."

Full of remorse and guilt.

"Hey, I know, you don't want to, it's not your fault, no one can control their emotions at any time." Besides, she was full of hatred for him.

Seeing her tears streaming down her face, Qiao Zhanbei felt even more distressed. He held her face in his hands and kept wiping the tears on her cheeks with his thumb.

But it's like wiping the glass on a rainy day. Just after wiping off a little, it flows down again.

Hearing his comforting and tolerant words, Ye Mian's tears seemed to burst a dam, seeing his injury, she was even more flustered, and tremblingly said: "Hurry up, go to the hospital!"

She remembered that she had just hit his head with a vase while he was sound asleep. She had exhausted all her strength. Now that his head was bleeding, would he have a concussion?

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Qiao Zhanbei lowered his head and looked at the wounds on his arms and chest. They didn't look deep, he said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his complexion suddenly darkened, his heart constricted, and his breath was suffocated. He clasped her right forearm and lifted it up.

Her slender hands were almost covered in blood.

The man gasped and asked distressedly, "Your hand hurt?"

Only then did Ye Mian feel a throbbing pain in the palm of her hand, but how could this pain compare to her love for him?

She shook her head and said softly, "I'm fine."

Qiao Zhanbei took the tissue and wiped the blood from her palm.

A deep gash was cut into her tender palm, and it was still bleeding. Qiao Zhanbei felt as if a gash had been cut into his heart, and the pain was unbearable.

"Let's go to the hospital right away, nothing will happen to your hand!" the man said nervously.

Listening to his words, Ye Mian's nose turned sore, and she cried again.

The wound on her palm was not as serious as any wound on his body.

The two simply treated their respective wounds, changed their clothes, called the driver, and rushed to the hospital early in the morning.

There were ten wounds on Qiao Zhanbei's body, six of which involved the dermis, all of which were sutured. The wound on his head was not deep, and only simple debridement was done. To be on the safe side, the doctor suggested taking a film have a look.

When the film came out, there was no concussion phenomenon.

The wound on Ye Mian's palm was long and deep, and she also had stitches.

When Shi Yanshen arrived, they were about to go home, when Ye Mian went to the bathroom.

Qiao Zhanbei and Shi Yanshen stood at the window at the end of the hospital corridor.

Hearing that Ye Mian hurt him like this, Shi Yan frowned slightly, "When a person wakes up, he is in a relaxed state, unconscious, and it is difficult to control his emotions."

Qiao Zhanbei nodded, "When she was with me during the day, she was always aware and stable. It was not easy."

"What if she hurts you more next time?" Shi Yanshen's tone was full of worry, "Before she is cured, you—"

Qiao Zhanbei understood what he meant, and he was just trying to persuade them to separate first. He raised his hand to interrupt, and said without thinking, "I'm willing to suffer no matter how she hurts me."

He bid farewell to Shi Yanshen hastily, and went to find Ye Mian.

Ye Mian came out of the bathroom and walked straight to the fire escape. She pushed open the closed iron door. The door just closed, she rushed to the corner, leaning her back against the wall, her body limp like a deflated balloon, squatting against the wall with.

She hung her head, and tears fell on the rough concrete floor, leaving watermarks little by little.

Thinking of the picture of herself taking revenge on Qiao Zhanbei in an unconscious state, she herself felt terrible, like a lunatic, and only hated him.

She raised her fist and beat her head one after another, what should she do?

What should I do if I get out of control again and hurt him even more?

She didn't even want to see him get hurt a little bit.

Ye Mian pursed her lips, tears burst into tears, she hugged her body tightly in pain and helplessness.

After a while, the sound of heavy footsteps came from far to near, a familiar masculine breath lingered on the tip of her nose, a big hand gently covered the back of her head, and stroked it gently.

It's him.

Feeling his gentle comfort, Ye Mian's throat was choked with pain, and tears fell even more fiercely.